Sunday, June 24, 2007
I have always liked to wander. Not that I never have a destination, it's just that I find so many great things and people when I least expect to. I came across the most beautiful grave marker I have ever seen while wandering in a local cemetery. (not too gross a pastime when ones friend is the caretaker) It is a hand carved, marble rose bush about 31/2 feet high. The grave is from 1851. I found it by deciding to take every right turn I came to. Wandering with a criteria is not really wandering I guess.